6 Poweful Teenagers

ch. 5 Kiernan Finds Her Powers

*KIERNAN'S POV*
I watch Jake sleep peacefully, sorta worried about him. His powers are cool and all, but they're dangerous. He could drown someone or something. And the stress he's putting on himself is not healthy, I know from experience.

So I let him sleep there, and I work on my art on the computer, using my drawing pad.

Once my parents got home, I explained to them that Jake is going through a rough time and fell asleep, and I let him. My parents nodded, understanding for once, and I used Jake's phone to text his parents that he's at my house and will be home late. They said ok.

Jake woke up at around 5, and didn't want to intrude, but my parents insisted and he stayed until we finished our homework.

Then we did our homework on my bed, with the door open. So that my parents wouldn't flip out.

After we finished that, we talked a bit and told him that he needed to accept that Meg now knows his feelings and needs to still be her friend. Jake argued for a bit, but then realized I was right.

At around 8, he left and I then tried to sleep.

next day

I walked into school and saw Jake, and walked to him, he seemed...happier. I said hi and he returned it like he has for years before the Meg thing happened. I was somewhat suspicious, not trusting a one-day transformation. So, while I was talking to him, I was searching in his eyes to see his true emotion. Did he seem....content? So maybe he was fine.

Then Meg walked to us, to try and talk to jake. Something changed in his eyes, was that worry? Afraid? Shame? I'm not sure, but something bad. That's what happened. He has accepted the fact that he has powers, but not what happened with Meg.

Jake didn't move. He allowed Meg to approach, and say hi. They held a convo for a bit, like friends, but the look in his eyes stayed.

Meg eventually had to leave for class and he said bye, and she left. Jake exhaled in relief and went to his locker. He's getting better, he didn't rush away from her. This is going to take time.

~*~*~

I wanted to talk to Jake about what happened, but remembered that he had tennis practice until 5:30. So I reluctantly left and went home.

Once I got home, I was welcomed by my mom yelling at me that I didn't clean the dishes and that I was grounded for two weeks from my phone. That is normal, it happened all the time. That wasn't what bothered me. For some fucked up reason, I heard my dad behind me murmur something about being a disappointment to them and good for nothing.

Again that, too, was normal but that day it really bothered me. I was sick of it.

I whirled around to face him.

"You know why I don't do shit? Because I don't care for this shithole or you guys! No one loves me here," I said giving a pointed look at my dad, "or you have a weird-ass way of showing it."
I looked at my mom.

"You guys take my goddamn phone every other week for some dumb ass reason, that you dig for," I rant, feeling my face getting red and hot, clenched fists shaking at my side, "You guys never cared for me, at least that's what I feel," I yelled, "Did you know that part of my depression was your fault for you guys not giving me the love I needed? Do you wonder why I want to hang out with Jake and my other friends? Because they actually  love me. They care for me." I feel myself getting really hot. I didn't care, "Do u know why I do dumb shit all the time? Because I'm trying to get your goddamn attention! You never give me yours, or at least the wrong kind of attention, like yelling at me that I didn't do shit, which was because I had a shit ton of homework last night and forgot about it!" I was burning hot now and I looked at my parent's faces, which mirrored shock and horror expressions.

I looked down at myself and realized that I was on fire, literally. Flames were coming from my body, but it didn't hurt at all.

With one last look at my flaming body, I bolted out the door, not looking back. I just ran.

I lost track of how long I ran for, but it was longer than I've ever ran before because of my adrenaline rush during my "explosion."

I then realized what just happened and I was horrified. What would have happened if I went back to my house? I looked at the clock on my phone. 5:45 pm.

Jake should be out of practice now, I thought as I called him.

"Hey, Kie," Jake said casually.

"Hey, could you erm... pick me up," I asked, knowing how awkward that was.

"Yeah sure...where you at," Jake asked skeptically. I told him my surrounding because I couldn't find any road signs.

"Ok. I'll be there in about 3 minutes. Hang in there," he said then hung up, probably speeding up to get here as fast as he could. He always does that when he's worried about me, and since that this is out of the blue and I don't know where I am, he's probably going 70 on a 35.

He was always the one that overly cares about me. Which could be annoying at times. Others, it's good to know that you can always depend on at least one person will always care for you.

*~Three Minutes Later~*

Once Jake arrived, he was driving his sea green 2018 stingray corvette, I get in the passenger seat, and we started driving to his house.

After a bit of silence, he looked at me, "What happened," He asked, dead serious.

I sighed, "I finally completely blew up at my parents," I say, with a half-hearted, amused huff. Jake does the same.

"I have a feeling that that isn't why you ran away though," He said, and he was right for once.

I took a deep breath and asked him to pull over, which he did. Once he put the car in park, he turned his body to face me, giving his full attention to me.

All of a sudden I started getting cold feet on telling him because of how he gave his full on attention on me. I shook my head, scolding myself that he did that because he cared about what I'm going to say.

"Ok, so, don't freak out," I started, he snickered, "But I think I can control fire," I said seriously, his snickering stopped, and looked me dead in the eyes. I knew that he believed me, and he was waiting to see what I could do. "Let's walk away from your car. I would hate to blow it up." I said sincerely.

He nodded and we got out, walking about fifty feet away from his car. I then focused on the hate that I have for my parents and I felt myself get really hot again and knew I was on fire again.

Before I knew it, I felt wet and cold. I opened my eyes and could see that I was doused with water, and Jake had an empty water bottle in his hand and a surprised, but amused look on his face.

I glared at him and he laughed, which made me start laughing. He touched my shoulder, and the water evaporated, and I nodded my thanks.

As we were walking back to his car, he said, "Wow. Opposites do attract." And this created another laughing fit between us.